Bleary dreams give way
To hazy reality
Crumpled clothes lie tangling
The weary feet to limp from
Sleeping in the cold
From lack of sentiment
Sticking out in the night
Forgotten
Crackling electric voices
Auto tuned come back in alarm
More death more destruction
More crashes for middle aged
Men with braces and Rolls Royce’s
The kettle sings it’s merry song
Loosening my chords
And memories of a victory won
Slide down with the toast and jam
Blinds crack open
Eyes dazzled from sudden
Light intoxication
My hands tell my brain
Things are in need of attention
Especially my beard
Which as sprung leaking from my face
Midnight shadows
Now desperate ramblings
Sleek steel against flesh
Returns skin to soft former glory
Caffeine reacting like mercury
Races through repairs to sensory
And begs for more
Just one
O. K I’ll give it up tomorrow
On the window sill
A Robin sings it’s welcome song
Whistling now I grab my coat
Collar turned against the crisp
Chill of a day to live
I hurry now to catch up with
My destiny
Treading on with people unknown
And unknowing in whitch direction
The path will turn

Jon Mewett

Good morning folks!